Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: October, 2016

Judged

Judged

 

 

People judged him, but he didn’t care.
People judged him. No cause for despair
Or for sharp irritation.
He stood fast in his station.
Every judgment, he knew, was mere air.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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She Has a Plan

She Has a Plan

 

 

She has a plan to unscrew-up the stuff
That she’s been screwing up for years and years.
She’s promised, and that ought to be enough.
She has a plan to unscrew-up the stuff
She’s handled in the past. She’s getting tough
With bonehead errors made in former spheres.
She has a plan to unscrew-up the stuff
That she’s been screwing up for years and years.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Weak Candidate?

Weak Candidate?

 

 

Don’t kid yourself. The media, on cue,
Say anything that Democrats demand.
They’ll make it up themselves, repeat it too,
And give themselves, when all is done, a hand.
The brand is damaged, yes, but it’s that crew
That labored long to undermine the brand.
If Carly were the chosen nominee,
She too would face a morals charge. You see?

 

 

–Tom Riley

Shea Chivalry

Shea Chivalry

 

 

“You can’t treat Mrs. Clinton that way!”
Says Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea.
“She has many a view
that I call pro-life too!
Black and white truths must now yield to gray.”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Take It on the Chin

Take It on the Chin

 

 

Says Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea:
“It’s a dangerous game that you play
when you opt for a hack
who presumes to fight back.
Right-to-lifers should lose every day….”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Truly Pro-Life

Truly Pro-Life

 

 

“To stomp Trump is the task of the day!
We must make that vile beast go away!
He’s a source of hard strife—
And not truly pro-life!”
Says Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea.

 

 

–Tom Riley

A Sure-Fire Thrill

A Sure-Fire Thrill

 

 

Barack’s boner: news-bitches assigned
To his plane were delighted to find
He would give them that show.
All their signals said: “Go!”
But he had Reggie Love on his mind.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Video shows Obama displaying erection on plane.)

Flasher

Flasher

 

 

Obama flashed his hard-on on a plane.
Reporterettes were scrambling for a look.
He didn’t have to prove he had a brain.
Obama flashed his hard-on on a plane.
Puritan losers, you object in vain!
He’s in the sacred and protected book.
Obama flashed his hard-on on a plane.
Reporterettes were scrambling for a look.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Video shows Obama displaying erection on plane.)

That’s Low

That’s Low

 

 

“Help! Our politics sink really low!
They’ve become a reality show!
What a horrid event
We are forced to lament!”
“Do you feel you contributed?” “No….”

 

 

–Tom Riley

Happy Home

Happy Home

 

 

Who could have guessed it? Damaged through and through,
They showed up at the Murder House — and hoped
For a new start. We cannot say they coped.
Happiness? Hey, they didn’t have a clue!
Malevolence was thicker than thick stew
Around them. Into ghostly tangles roped,
They sought escape, but after it they groped
In vain, as foolish mortals tend to do.
And they all died — from Violet, poor thing,
To Ben. Despair insistent and compelling
Became the upshot of their worrying.
Even post mortem, agony was swelling
In all their worlds. How is it that we sing
Of Harmons happy in their final dwelling?

 

 

–Tom Riley